From Legends

I'm the girl they called Legendary, the one who didn't know what wings were so they fell off and now the pain is numbing down so I'm well off bleeding to death so I know that my existence isn't just a word. You maybe confused but this message is the one I speak in my lonesome so please understand this because these are words I hide, I fold them.

My secrets could be legendary if only they would come out to play and if the people who helped create would go their separate ways. If you're reading this and you feel like it's directed towards you, don't worry the one I'm addressing flew away and now the ones who remain try to take her place. I came from ashes just to runaway and create my own self combustion in the prettiest of face only to end up craving a taste of the past so I find my self laying out in the mess I made, trying to figure out why you leave me in the worst situations and I always have to wash the pain off with wicked smiles
Undocumented files
Unknown plies
I guess this is self bathing 

My name legendary so please remember why I might not seem like a legend. I replaced my pain with pleasure in what seems like a session, only to find myself releasing this confession and I want you to know that freedom was my one true love that flew away